Chapter 65: Harming Others, Harming Oneself

Because of the student?

Yu Dazhang immediately thought of himself.

In his past life, he himself had no incident, and Wei Chuang had made no mistake.

Why, after his own situation changed this life, did Wei Chuang suffer along with him?

Butterfly effect?

Forget it—his own little matter doesn’t rise to anything so sophisticated.

The only possibility he could think of was one…

Wei Chuang had a direct connection to his disappearance.

And very likely, Wei Chuang caused his disappearance.

Verifying this was simple… find him.

Since he couldn’t find out exactly what happened, at least where Wei Chuang was transferred couldn’t be a secret.

After making up his mind, Yu Dazhang relaxed, sat down on a chair in the instructor’s office.

Then he chatted idly with the new instructor.

After a while, more instructors began entering from outside.

Yu Dazhang picked one who was close to Wei Chuang and called him outside.

This time it went smoothly—he got Wei Chuang’s current workplace in two or three sentences.

Before leaving, the instructor said with solemn gravity:

“I knew you’d come. Listen to me—don’t act impulsively again. It hurts others and yourself.”

“What do you mean?” Yu Dazhang immediately sensed there was a big secret in those words—he couldn’t let this go without digging deeper.

Unfortunately, the instructor said nothing more, just patted Yu Dazhang on the shoulder and turned back.

Don’t leave half a sentence hanging… Yu Dazhang really wanted to rush into the office and drag him out again.

From his tone, it was his own impulsive actions that had harmed both Wei Chuang and himself.

Carrying a flood of questions, Yu Dazhang left the police academy and pulled out his phone to dial a number.

Still the busy signal.

He’d called this number before when he came to the academy—after so many days, it was still off.

Apparently, he no longer used this number.

He glanced again at the time on his phone.

Five fifteen p.m.

It was getting late—even if he took a taxi to Qingpu Branch now, he’d arrive close to six.

Standing by the roadside, he thought for a moment, then decided to go anyway.

If he went during the day, even if he could get leave, it might interfere with Wei Chuang’s work.

He hailed a taxi, got in, gave the address quickly, and told the driver to go as fast as possible.

The branch’s off-duty time was five thirty; with travel time, arriving before six gave him a good chance of seeing Wei Chuang.

Even if he didn’t run into him, he could find his current colleagues and get his phone number.

Half an hour later, Yu Dazhang arrived at the entrance of Qingpu Branch.

Officers were already walking out—this eased his mind slightly.

He wasn’t late—the Qingpu Branch officers had just finished work.

“Hello.” Yu Dazhang stepped forward and asked an officer:

“Could you tell me if Officer Wei Chuang came in today?”

“Wei Chuang?” The officer turned and pointed to the branch building:

“Go inside, third floor, second door on the left.”

He just told me directly? Yu Dazhang found it odd.

This was a branch office, and he was in civilian clothes—why didn’t he even ask who he was?

Even asking what he wanted would’ve been normal.

Apparently, it was Wei Chuang’s name that lowered his guard.

Afraid of drawing unwanted attention, Yu Dazhang asked no more, thanked him, and entered Qingpu Branch.

He registered with the duty officer, then went up to the third floor.

“Second door on the left…”

He checked the direction and arrived at a door.

The painted door bore a sign: Household Registration Section.

Seeing those three characters, he instantly understood why the officer hadn’t questioned him.

He must’ve assumed he was here for household registration. Just as Yu Dazhang was about to knock, the door opened from inside.

The person inside was Wei Chuang.

“Da Zhang?” Wei Chuang looked surprised at Yu Dazhang standing at the door, then seemed to remember something and whispered:

“Come outside. Let’s talk.”

He recognized me at once… Yu Dazhang saw no surprise or confusion in Wei Chuang’s eyes.

Even Zhou Zizhe, with his excellent memory, hadn’t recognized him right away in this body.

That meant Wei Chuang had seen him recently.

And he’d seen him without Yu Dazhang’s knowledge.

Yu Dazhang was certain—this was the first time he’d seen Wei Chuang since his rebirth.

Suppressing his inner turmoil, Yu Dazhang nodded calmly, then followed Wei Chuang out of the branch.

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On the way, Wei Chuang kept glancing back.

As if observing Yu Dazhang’s expression and reactions.

Outside, Wei Chuang thought for a moment and said:

“Come to my place. I’ll have my wife cook some good dishes.”

“Senior, I…”

Yu Dazhang was about to speak when Wei Chuang cut him off:

“Don’t call me that anymore. From now on, call me Brother, or just my name.”

After graduating from police academy, students usually called former instructors “senior.”

Students called each other “Senior Brother” or “Senior Sister.”

Because academy instructors were selected from outstanding police officers—they were technical specialists.

They held police ranks and official positions, and sometimes rotated between frontline duty and teaching, hence the term “senior.”

Not absolute.

But at Songhai Police Academy, everyone used this term.

“Brother Wei?” Yu Dazhang tried the new title.

It still felt awkward, so he switched:

“Brother Chuang, won’t this be too much trouble? Let’s just find a small restaurant—I’ll treat you today.”

He mainly feared Wei Chuang’s wife being present would make conversation difficult.

Plus, in his past life, he’d known Wei Chuang’s wife was no easy person.

“Don’t be so formal with me. Do as I say.”

Wei Chuang finished speaking, pulled out his phone, and made a call—his tone and words suggested it was to his wife.

The two went to a nearby market and bought some ready-to-eat dishes and cold salads; neither mentioned alcohol until they reached home.

Yu Dazhang knew his alcohol tolerance was poor—he didn’t want to get drunk and mess things up.

He guessed Wei Chuang had the same thought.

When the food was served, the three sat down; Wei Chuang and his wife warmly urged Yu Dazhang to eat.

But Yu Dazhang had no appetite.

Not because the food was bad—his mind was too full of questions to swallow anything.

He barely ate two bowls of rice; the three of them chatted and laughed at the table.

But Yu Dazhang noticed Wei Chuang’s wife didn’t welcome him.

Her smile was fake, her words exaggerated—superficially warm, but deliberately distancing herself.

She’d just told Yu Dazhang, “Come often,” then turned to Wei Chuang and said: “There’s no need to maintain old relationships from the academy.”

It sounded like she meant former instructors, but Yu Dazhang knew she was talking about him and Wei Chuang.

She resents me deeply… Yu Dazhang quickly formed his judgment.

Looks like this woman knows more than she lets on.

Finally, the meal ended. As Wei Chuang’s wife cleared dishes in the kitchen, Yu Dazhang lightly tapped Wei Chuang’s thigh.

“Brother Chuang, I’m sorry to you—if it weren’t for me, you’d still be teaching at the academy.”

“No, no, don’t say that,” Wei Chuang’s voice trembled.

For the first time since meeting Yu Dazhang, he showed a look of shock.

“Da Zhang… you remember everything?”

(End of chapter)